Sunday, April 13, 2014

Nothing Underneath

I write the storm letters
As laughter drops from black and broken clouds
A conscience is lost behind smoke.

I sit on benchmarks and sleep on silk bed post
cuffed and alone.

Heroes lost and long gone.

Music plays , I stand in a room crowded
and I am alone with you.

Yet you are not here
with me.

Tell me the secret
what do I do with half hearts and broken miles?

I’ve already traveled so far.
I am invisible.

An orphan lost in the snow.
Left alone with only a smile.

The one you gave to me.